The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and stale sweat. It was a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a shroud. Men in white shirts and dark trousers ate with their eyes closed. They chewed slowly. The sound of cutlery against porcelain was a sharp, rhythmic clicking. It sounded like teeth chattering in the cold. Silas sat in the corner. His chair scraped against the floor. It was...

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